Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing FM Einheit to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
Unwound,
Franke,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.